Trick or…Trick #2
And then Jamie manhandled Luc around, turning him to face the brick wall. He started attacking Luc’s belt from behind, undoing it with nimble fingers and tugging his jeans down until his cock was out and his ass was bare.
So eager, his mate.
“Do you wish we did this more often?” Luc asked, curious if he’d been missing something his mate needed.
“I love the way you fuck me, monster. Sometimes I just get the itch.” Jamie squeezed Luc’s cheeks as he said it, and Luc couldn’t help his smirk. His mate wasn’t exactly subtle with his obsession over Luc’s ass.
“Muscled perfection,” he’d called it once.
There was the sound of foil tearing, and Luc hissed as cold lube hit his hole. “You came prepared.”
“Of course,” Jamie said gleefully. “I’m a fucking Boy Scout.”
He lubed Luc up with quick, eager fingers, and then something much thicker was at Luc’s entrance, pushing insistently until it gained entrance.
Luc bared his teeth in a feral grin at the sting as Jamie groaned behind him, pressing in to the hilt without pause. He loved that Jamie knew not to be gentle. Luc could more than handle a bit of pain, especially when it was his flower giving it to him.
Jamie’s hands grasped at Luc’s hips as he rocked into him.
He’d had considerably more practice since his first time topping, when he’d been so desperate to claim Luc back from the pull of his monster.
But he still had a delicious artlessness about him, an enthusiastic ferocity that appealed more than skill.
It made Luc hard as fuck, the way Jamie would glance off his prostate almost by accident, then begin pegging it in earnest, led to it again and again by Luc’s approving growls. All the while he was kissing and biting at Luc’s neck, chanting, “Fuck, you feel good. You always feel—unh—so good.”
“That’s because—” Luc broke off into a groan as Jamie gave a particularly sharp thrust. “Because you’re a desperate, slutty thing,” he managed.
Perfect, his monster countered. Perfect, sweet, precious thing.
Also lewd.
They were being too loud for a public fuck, of course, but if anyone tried to start trouble, Luc would compel them away.
Or possibly rip their throat out, depending on how close his mate was to finishing at the time.
Luc’s own cock was leaking and his balls were tight against him by the time Jamie filled him up with a high whine, his thighs shaking with effort. Luc let him bite at his shoulders and neck until he’d emptied himself completely.
Then it was Luc’s turn.
He whirled and knocked Jamie back, pushing him to his knees with a deep growl. Jamie’s eyes were dark and glittering under the dim security light, and he immediately opened wide, eager for it as ever.
Luc fed him his cock, his eyes rolling back at the perfect heat even as he inwardly grimaced at the warm cum sliding down the backs of his thighs.
Except then Jamie’s hands slid around to Luc’s ass, his fingers playing in the mess he’d made as his head bobbed along Luc’s cock, and Luc had a hard time begrudging it.
If his mate wanted to be filthy, let him be filthy.
Jamie worked his throat with much more finesse than he’d worked his hips, letting out muffled but desperate whimpers and moans as Luc fucked his face, as if he hadn’t just come his brains out two minutes before.
“Like I said,” Luc growled, tugging at his thick green hair. “A desperate, slutty thing.”
Jamie looked up at him with tearstained eyes and swallowed deliberately around Luc’s cock head. It was perfect, brutal constriction, and Luc’s balls tightened against him as his cock emptied into Jamie’s throat.
Jamie swallowed eagerly, sucking for every last drop until Luc had to pull him off. He licked his swollen lips. “Fuck, so hot. I love the way you taste, monster.” He squeezed at Luc’s ass with greedy hands. “And feel.”
Luc dislodged his hold and pulled him to his feet. “Let me escort you back to the hotel and we can do it all again.”
“Mm.” Jamie’s fingers danced down his chest. “Claim your ass again on satin sheets? Room service champagne?” He leaned in, mouthing at Luc’s throat. “Nice try,” he murmured against his skin before pulling away to tsk at him. “It’s Halloween, monster. The night’s not done yet.”
Luc scowled, but he couldn’t hold the expression for long when Jamie cackled, kissing the frown off his lips as he tucked Luc back into his jeans, tidying them both up until they were halfway decent.
Luc let himself be steered back inside, where the other trio had found a booth.
Fox wrinkled his nose for the second time that night as they approached. It was a shame that muzzle didn’t cover his face completely. “You two reek of sex.”
“Like you didn’t just jerk Colin off on the dance floor,” Jamie countered.
Fox’s only answer was a smug look.
Jamie slid into the booth, tugging Luc beside him, pushing bodily until they all fit. He let out an exaggerated, happy sigh. “There. Isn’t this nice?”
“That’s one word for it,” Fox grumbled.
Luc flicked a coaster at him. “You will not ruin my mate’s night with your piss-poor attitude.”
Instead of Fox baring his teeth like Luc would have expected, Fox’s eyes lit up with dark glee. He leaned across the table toward Luc. “Hey. Do you know what your mate dressed you up as?”
Luc felt Jamie stiffen next to him as he answered, “A vampire.”
Fox shook his head slowly. “Not just a vampire. One from a nineties teen show. Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer. He dressed you as Angel. A broody, self-pitying vampire asshole.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If the shoe fits.”
Luc didn’t know the show, but he recognized that description. He stared at Jamie in betrayal. “You dressed me as Roman?”
Jamie was biting at his lower lip hard, clearly trying to suppress a smile. “I would have tried to dress you as Spike,” he eventually said, half choking on a laugh. “But I didn’t think you’d let me bleach your hair.”
Luc didn’t even know what the fuck a “spike” was in this context. He was trying to figure out how best to punish his flower for the treachery when he was startled out of it by the sound of Colin bursting into laughter.
Luc had barely seen him smile before. When not drowning in apathy, he was almost…pretty.
Jamie nudged him with an elbow. “You’re getting it now, huh?”
Dane snapped a finger in Luc’s face. “Stop leering at our mate.”
Jamie smacked his hand away with an adorable growl. “He’s not leering, you asswipe. He’s appreciating.”
Luc ignored them for the moment, taking out his phone to text Roman.
Luc: Have you seen this show Buffy?
Roman’s response was so quick he must have already been on his phone. Most likely Danny was working and he was pathetically counting the seconds for his mate’s return.
Roman: Soren’s made us all watch it, yes.
Luc: Jamie dressed me as Angel. He sounds like you. I’ve never been so offended.
Roman’s response took a little longer this time.
Roman: Angel has an alter ego without a soul, Angelus. He maims and tortures and ruins everyone’s lives. You can pretend you’re dressed as him instead.
Luc read the text over twice and then nodded decisively. Angelus. That was a better fit.
He threw an arm over Jamie’s shoulders, tucking him in close. As punishment for the costume—and for making Luc deal with these three buffoons for more than five minutes—Jamie would not be fucking Luc again at the hotel.
Instead, Luc would strip them both of their costumes and lay Jamie out on the silk sheets, going over every single bite mark with his fangs, until Jamie was writhing and begging and his poor cock was hard enough to hurt.
If his begging was especially pleasing, Luc would take him again and again and again, until the first rays of dawn broke through the sky. Perhaps even longer than that. Perhaps Luc would see if it was possible to fuck a vampire so hard they were unable to walk.
Jamie nudged him with an elbow again. “What devious things are you plotting?”
Luc smirked out at the dancing crowd as he toyed with the ends of Jamie’s hair. “Revenge.”
Glee and fondness and desire all pulsed through the bond at once. “Can’t wait, monster,” Jamie crooned. “Can’t fucking wait.”
Lucien’s perfect desert flower. How lucky he’d been, to pluck him for his own.
Jamie
Jamie’s chest heaved as he tried desperately to catch a breath he was vaguely aware he didn’t actually need.
His body was limp and fucked out, and he was pretty sure he was drooling. He knew his muscles would recover any minute—or at least they fucking should, with his vamp powers—but for the moment he was weak and boneless, his hole sore and puffy and abused.
He grinned up at the ceiling. What a great fucking night.
Luc hummed below him, trailing kisses over Jamie’s hip. How he was still moving after the show he’d just put on was anybody’s guess. “So pleased with yourself, ma fleur.”
Jamie was exhausted. Spent. Debauched. And still, he couldn’t resist teasing, “I am pleased with myself, Angel darling.”
Luc growled, nipping sharply at his skin. “Do not start with me.” He rose onto his elbow, cocking a brow in threat. “I can go again.”
“Mercy,” Jamie pleaded, even as he laughed.
He had known Luc would get pissy about the costume, once he found out what it really was.
And truthfully, he was much more of a Spike, if Jamie had to choose between characters, but Jamie hadn’t wanted to mess with that glorious salt-and-pepper hair, beyond gelling it.
It was bad enough they’d shaved his scruff.
Jamie already missed the drag of it against his skin, the beard burn that always healed within seconds.
Oh well. It would grow back.
“Shall we book the room for another night?” Luc asked, clearly wanting the answer to be yes. “Let you…recover?”
As if he wouldn’t fuck Jamie again the moment he was up for it.
But alas, Jamie had other plans. “No, I want to get back to Tucson for All Souls’. The parade is tonight.” Or at least he thought it was tonight. The curtains were pulled, and he’d lost track of time long ago.
Luc huffed. “More festivities?”
Jamie patted blindly at Luc’s head, still in the vicinity of Jamie’s hip.
The gel had come out somewhere around the fourth round of Luc’s Halloween Fuckfest 3000, and the strands were soft again.
“You’ll like this one,” he told him. “There’s a parade, but it’s…
” He tried to find the words for it and settled with, “It’s just really cool. Bear with it?”
Luc’s breath was warm against his skin. “Anything for you.”
Jamie grinned at the ceiling again. “God, you’re whipped.”
In answer, Luc pressed against Jamie’s poor, abused hole with his fingertip, and Jamie honest to God whimpered.
“I take it back,” he said quickly. “You’re very fierce and independent, and you’re doing me a favor out of the blackness of your heart, not because you’re completely whipped by your charming, handsome mate. ”
“Much better,” Luc murmured silkily before scooping Jamie up and off the bed. “Let’s bathe you. You’re covered in…fluids.”
Jamie wrapped his arms around Luc’s neck. “And whose fault is that?”
Luc smirked, completely unrepentant. As he should be. That was a real good job he’d done. Jamie couldn’t decide which had been better—getting to fuck his mate in the alleyway or getting the ravaging of a lifetime here in the hotel.
But then again…why choose?
“I really love you, you know,” he whispered, the sexed-outedness making him sappy. “Je t’aime toujours.”
“Et moi aussi, ma fleur. Je t’aime toujours.”
See? Luc had said their Halloween plans were tacky, but here they were speaking French in a hotel that cost more per night than Jamie’s old rent. As far as he was concerned, this Halloween had been classy as fuck.
He already couldn’t wait for next year.